3 september 2007

Tomögd

Jag gillar inte den här känslan.
Alls.

Och jag hatar att jag inte hittar ord att beskriva den med.
Det blir ju inte lättare då, direkt.

*******

will you help me, I'm falling
down a hole I dug myself
filled with sorrow and fuck-ups
don't wanna be a part of it
standing on the edge of nothing
made my life into a mess
now it's too late to fix it
I'm already starting to lose control

[banging my head into the wall]
trying to get rid of the voices inside
[is this a dream, or is it real?]
ripping my heart out!

Chemical Vocation - Conversus Locus

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